Can I still be saved? [Transmigration] - Chapter 44.2

“I just got a better look—Brother Fu’s hand isn’t touching skin, it’s just inside the ski jacket. That way it’s not cold.” Lin Lie slipped his own hand into the outer layer of Tang Wei’s thermal wear. “Cold?”

Tang Wei tested it. “Mm, still a little, but better than before.”

Taking advantage of Tang Wei’s unpreparedness, Lin Lie touched Tang Wei’s waist again, and after pressing against him, a burning warmth was transmitted to him.

Tang Wei howled. “F*ck—!”

Lin Lie laughed, flipped him over, and tossed him into the snow.

Realizing he’d been tricked, Tang Wei roared, “I’ll kill you, bastard!”

By then, Su Yunjing and Fu Hanzhou had already gone inside to warm up. Lin Lie and Tang Wei were still thrashing in the snow.

That evening, the four of them sat around the fireplace in the lounge, feasting on roasted venison leg prepared by their private chef.

Full and satisfied, they played some games together, then headed for the hot springs.

Su Yunjing had imagined all four soaking together, but Fu Hanzhou insisted on splitting up.

So Su Yunjing and Fu Hanzhou shared one pool; Tang Wei and Lin Lie another.

The indoor hot spring was elegantly designed. The semi-circular pool was divided by bamboo screens, with steam curling upward, bubbles rising lazily in the water.

When Su Yunjing entered the water, Fu Hanzhou, who was already soaking in it, suddenly averted his gaze.

That reaction made Su Yunjing laugh. He couldn’t help teasing, “Hey, Chuan chuan’s shy? Come on, let gege take a look at yours.”

Su Yunjing said, pretending to touch it, but was stopped by Fu Hanzhou.

Fu Hanzhou grabbed Su Yunjing’s wrist, his delicate eyebrows and eyes were misty. He lowered his eyes and said, “Still developing. Not fit to show. Later.”

High school boys often joked about comparing sizes. Su Yunjing had done plenty of that with friends.

But hearing him say this left him stunned.

What the hell kind of dirty talk was that?

Fu Hanzhou released him. “You’re still developing. Don’t hurt your pride.”

Only then did Su Yunjing realize—he was implying he was small.

And if there’s one thing men can’t stand, it’s being called small and incompetent.

Su Yunjing raised his foot and kicked him. “Not very modest, are you? Ever heard pride comes before the fall?”

But Fu was quick, catching his ankle.

When he looked up, Su Yunjing caught a glimpse of his long lashes, strung with tiny droplets, phoenix eyes glimmering with mirth.

Fu Hanzhou said softly, “It’s me who’s still developing, not ready to be seen….”

He paused. “….especially not by you. When I’ve grown, I’ll let you see.”

His dark eyes shimmered like spring water in March, In the weaving mist around him, something tender dissolved deep inside in it.

Su Yunjing’s breath hitched. A strange tightness spread in his chest, his throat dry— he doesn’t know maybe just the side effect of the hot spring?

He subconsciously kicked Fu’s hand away, turned aside, and grabbed a glass of water.

Private baths like this always came stocked with drinks and fruit.

The cool liquid ran down his throat, clearing his head. He pulled the corner of his mouth at Fu Hanzhou with a forced smile,“You’re way too bold, you know that?”

Fu Hanzhou watched the water trail down his Adam’s apple and thought—no, he definitely couldn’t let him see his real reaction.

Su Yunjing lounged lazily against the edge of the spring. Suddenly, a weight pressed down on his right shoulder. Fu Hanzhou’s broad back leaned against him.

“Hey?” Su Yunjing nudged him. “Can’t you just sit properly? Don’t you have a spine?”

“No.” Fu’s eyes slipped shut. “I only have you.”

Fu Hanzhou seemed a little heavy, and Su Yunjing grumbled. “You think of me when you’re doing this kind of dirty work. Will you remember who I am when you make money?”

Fu’s lips curved slightly. “All the money I make, I’ll hand to you.”

Su Yunjing thought about Fu Hanzhou’s future career and felt that he still had a promising future. He couldn’t help but speak seriously, “Chuan Chuan, I hope you keep your word.”

“Mmm.”

Fu Hanzhou lifted his gaze, his peripheral vision moving from Su Yunjing’s collarbone to the two small protrusions hidden in the thin mist.

His throat bobbed. Fingers brushed lightly over one of those small points.

Su Yunjing jolted hard, glaring at him.

The little cool boy blinked innocently. “Why do you react like that, just from me touching here?”

Su Yunjing ground his teeth. “You’re really itching for a beating, huh?”

Fu darted out of the pool before the kick landed.

When they emerged, Su Yunjing’s face was less than pleasant. Fu Hanzhou trailed obediently behind him.

Meanwhile, the other pair appeared—Lin Lie, who was walking in front, was smiling and looked like a spring breeze, and Tang Wei, who was behind, was limping and looked like he was constipated.

According to the routine, after the bath, the next step was the spa.

So the hot spring changing room offered two outfits: bathrobes, or two-piece sleepwear convenient for massage.

Tang Wei quickly dressed, claiming he was heading for a massage. In truth, he still held a grudge over Lin Lie’s earlier trick, planning to ambush him while he was undressed.

But Lin Lie had known him for years. One look at his stance, and he already guessed the scheme.

Tang Wei’s sneak attack backfired, before he could land a blow, Lin Lie dragged him into the pool again.

Somehow his hand landed on Tang Wei’s inner thigh, pinching a spot that sent a sharp ache through his nerves. Tang Wei hadn’t recovered since.

Compared to Lin Lie, Su Yunjing realized he was far too merciful. With people this troublesome, softness didn’t work.

On the way from the bathhouse to the massage rooms, he caught a glimpse of a vaguely familiar figure slipping into another hot spring suite.

Seeing Su Yunjing staring in one direction, Fu Hanzhou asked him, “What’s wrong?”

Su Yunjing’s anger had long since subsided, and he retracted his gaze. “Nothing, I think I saw someone I know.”

Fu Hanzhou followed his line of sight but didn’t see anyone.

“Don’t bother,” Su Yunjing said. “He’s gone already. I’m not sure if it’s him anyway.”

The person he thought he saw was—Xu Huai. His half-brother from the same father.

Last time, he’d gotten into a fight with Xu Huai outside Nanzhong’s school gates. That face was burned into memory.

But just now he’d only glimpsed a profile. He couldn’t be sure.

After all, Xu Huai’s father, Xu Hongwen, was still bedridden in the hospital. As a son, would he really be here, skiing and bathing in hot springs?

Not long ago, Xu Hongwen had somehow gotten his number and tried calling him from different numbers.

Every time he called, Su Yunjing blocked the number.

Whether Wen Yanlai was a qualified mother or not, all these years she had been the one earning money and supporting the original body. In terms of material needs, she had never let Wen Ci go without.

Xu Hongwen, on the other hand, had never given fatherly love, nor had he ever provided money. And now he wanted to acknowledge his son? Since when did the world hand out such convenient blessings?

Seeing Su Yunjing uninterested, Fu Hanzhou didn’t press further. But as they passed that suite, he glanced inside.

A bamboo curtain blocked the view, so he couldn’t see who was inside.

When it came time for spa, Su Yunjing and Fu Hanzhou were assigned separate rooms.

He hadn’t expected Fu Hanzhou to actually request his own private room, but didn’t ask.

The room glowed with warm light, scented with relaxing incense.

Su Yunjing took off his shirt and comfortably slumped over the massage table.

Beside it sat an iPad, provided for entertainment. It was the latest model from a certain fruit company—released barely a month ago.

Su Yunjing was familiar with tablets, though he didn’t know exactly what features the first generation had. Back in high school, he could never afford one.

The masseur spread oil on his back, just about to begin, when a handsome boy at the doorway lifted a finger to his lips, signaling silence.

He waved his hand, signaling for the masseur to leave.

Though puzzled, the masseur asked nothing and quietly slipped away.

Su Yunjing had already opened the iPad, but the masseuse behind him hadn’t moved. Just as he was about to look back, when cool oil spread under unfamiliar palms.

Fu Hanzhou had never studied massage—he just couldn’t stand anyone else touching Su Yunjing.

Fortunately, Su Yunjing had lived a rough life before and had no experience either, so he couldn’t tell if the technique was proper or not.

Su Yunjing was lying on his stomach, with two thin bones symmetrically distributed on both sides, like two curved bows.

The lines of his back were tight and fluid, narrowing sharply at the waist to outline a lean, defined figure.

Fu Hanzhou’s gaze lingered on the dip of his lower back, his eyes darkening with depth.

“Why aren’t you moving?” Su Yunjing asked in English.

Fu pulled back his gaze, working carefully over his shoulders.

He had no systematic training and didn’t dare to use too much force on Su Yunjing. He first relaxed Su Yunjing’s shoulders. Then he pushed the oil down over those beautiful shoulder blades.

Fu didn’t know the first thing about massage and neither did Su Yunjing but it felt good enough. Warmth seeped through his muscles, lulling him into a hazy drowsiness.

When Su Yunjing finally drifted off, Fu stayed intent, carefully working along his arm.

Earlier while skiing, Su Yunjing hadn’t controlled his strength well, pulling two tendons in his forearm.

When Fu’s fingers pressed the right spot, Su Yunjing, half-asleep, murmured, “There…it’s sore right there.”

Turning his head, he caught sight of the boy behind him. His brows lifted. “You?”

Being discovered by Su Yunjing, Fu Hanzhou remained calm, “Learning technique.”

Yunjing rested his head on his other arm, his eyelids half drooped, “Learn all you want. Just don’t paralyze me.”

Fu Hanzhou looked down at his drowsy face, something soft brushed through his chest, like a feather.

He bent down, his voice low by Su Yunjing’s ear. “Go on and sleep. I’ll be gentle.”

The warm breath tickled, making Su Yunjing squirm away. “Do a good job, Chuan Chuan. If you’re any good, I’ll give you a commission later.”

“No commission.” I just want you.

Lowering his head, Fu let his nose graze through Su Yunjing’s hair as if by accident.